Chapter One: "Everything That's Good Comes To An End"
The sky was dark and the german planes were flying all over it, dropping the bombs at, already damaged, streets of London. Edmund was staring out of the window at it, thinking about the times before the war and before his school.'If only it was like before...' He thought.
Flashback , 4 years ago
6-years old Edmund was sitting in the small chair in his room, staring out of the window. He was really, really bored because Susan wouldn't play with him, Lucy was too young, mamma was busy in the kitchen, daddy was in work and Peter was in school. So he was just staring out of the window, at the clouds. He didn't even know how long was he staring at them. Until the door to his room opened and Peter walked in. 'Ed, for God's sake, why are you sitting there?" Edmund's head shot back to the door of his bedroom. 'Pete!' He ran to the older boy. 'Peter, play with me pleaaaaase?' He made a sweet eyes that no one could resist. Peter just laughed. 'Okay, okay, what do you wanna play, Eddy?' He asked. Edmund thought for a while before smiling. 'I wanna play football!' He exclaimed happily. 'Okaay... Who will be the first one outside?!' Peter lughed and soon he was out of the room. 'Heeey! Not fair! I needed to take the ball!' Edmund shouted, running out of his room, with the ball in his hands, after Peter...
End of the flashback
'But that was in the past, and I don't think it comes back ever again...' Edmund was cut out of his thoughts by his mother's loud voice
"Edmund! Get away from there!" His mother pulled him away from the window and shut the curtains. "What do you think you are doing?!" She grabbed him by his arms. She was definitely angry. Then Peter entered the room. "Get him quickly to the shelter, now!" She instructed Peter, who nodded his head and pulled Edmund with him "Come on!" Peter said, pulling him further. "Wait, no!-" Edmund tried to protest but was cut off by Peter. "Come on!" His brother shouted, angry now.
Who's gonna be the first one to start the fight?
Who's gonna be the first to fall asleep at night?
Who's gonna be the last one to drive away?
Who's gonna be the last one to forget this place?
In this same time Suzan was grabbing some things from their house. She entered her and Lucy's room and grabbed something from the table. Then she turned around and saw Lucy, still in her bed. "Lucy, come on!" She grabbed her by the hand and led her out of the room.
We keep taking turns...
Will we ever learn...?
In a few minutes the Pevensie family was finally out and they were halfway to the shelter, when suddenly Edmund turned around. "Wait, dad!" He shouted and ran back to the house. "Ed!" Peter tried to grab him by his shirt, but he was too late. "Edmund, no!" Their mother held his two sisters close. "I'll get him!" Peter ran after his younger brother. "Peter come back!" Their mother cried. Edmund opened the door to their house. "Ed!" Peter ran after him. Just as Edmund reached the table, the explosion ranged, shattering the nearest window to pieces. "Edmund, get down!" Peter cried out, pulling him to the floor. They fell down. Edmund grabbed the photo of his father just as fast as he could before Peter lifted him from the ground. "Come on, you idiot! Run!" He yelled at Edmund. They ran out of their house.
Ooh, spaces between us, keep getting deeper,
It's harder to reach ya, Even though I try,
Spaces between us, hold all our secrets,
Leaving us speechless, And I don't know why...
"Hurry up!" Their mom yelled. When they reached the shelter, Peter pushed Edmund inside. Edmund fell to the ground, letting go of the photo, which fell to the ground with a silent 'crack' sound. The younger boy was breathing heavily and nearly crying. Well, yes. Nearly. "You're so selfish! You could have got ourselves killed!" Peter yelled at him. Suzan and Lucy were sitting scared in the corner. "Stop it!" Their mother looked angrily at Peter. Then she looked at her younger son. He was still on the ground, clutching his dad's photo in his hand. Their mother helped him sit up. "Why can't you just do as you're told?" Peter asked much quieter. Edmund just stared at him angrily. 'And why can't you?! If you didn't want to die, then why you ran after me?!' He wanted to know it. But yet, he didn't ask. And yet he didn't answer his brother's question, so Peter closed the door and the darkness overcame them.
Who's gonna be the first one to say goodbye...?